Dear Ali,I'm a long-time fan of yours. The way you leap and bound around the field used fill me with inspiration and the hope that one day I will also be an All Black Lock.Then I saw your gut. I've got to say I expected more. I thought a man who dresses up as Spiderman and breaks up brawls would have a four-pack at least. I figured your torso would be like Peter Andre in his prime. But no. Sort your shit out and get in shape mate.

Hmm. Ladette? Sinking huge amounts of piss? No. Throwing my body around with gay abandon? No. Indulging in risky sexual behaviour? No. So thanks Russell, but no thanks. That was in my twenties! And even then I was a womyn.

Oh, Sam. I might like to look at lovely mens' bodies but I do not like being called a girl. Girlhood was a very long time ago.

That was just meant as a wordplay on the stereotypical sports-yob yell of 'tits out for the boys', so I wasn't referring directly to you or anyone else in particular with that post. No offense meant and I hope none permanently taken?

Doubt it Sam! It's just a particular bug bear of mine, is all. As Emma said people have words they dislike intensely. Ladies is another one. Don't worry, I have been actively "positively discriminatory" - not so much now, but part of my particular brand of feminism used to be pinching young mens' bottoms, asking them to turn around so I could see their arses etc. A bit of a double standard mayhaps, but I enjoyed it, and the young men involved were always taken aback. I like to think that I made them think about things a bit, but perhaps they were scarred for life.